Like this:

We will masquerade as many people. We will be hopeful and filled with dreams when youth
is our advantage. We will strip to bare essentials and dance fearless and unafraid when good
wine and true love is near.

Love is fair. The karma of love lead us to real justice. People who worship love and stay true
to the purpose. Can get lost in the emotion of love. They will have danced in the peril of the sweet kiss
and can burn and roll. Knowing love is like a free and wild river. Can’t be controlled or imprisoned.

Ravishing beauty dancing alone on the moon lite beach. Her long dress flowed with the ocean breeze and
her soft feet caressing the sand. Her beauty can overtake you and a wise man can understand by looking at her sad eyes. Love is dead to her. I watched…

Like this:

He had not expected the King to be a woman. But his briefing had given him very little information, all he knew was he was meeting an agent in a shabby cabaret bar in a Vienna backstreet who would recognise him.

A blonde, long hair falling onto bare shoulders, had sat herself down next to him her skirt rising as she slid herself along the seat towards him revealing long shapely stocking clad legs, he had been about to tell her to leave when she had given the password, her voice intoxicating as she whispered in his ear. He had asked whether she had the package but the King had not answered just placed her hand on the inside of his thigh, her blue eyes staring challengingly at him as she stroked her hand up and down his thigh.

Hurriedly they had left the cabaret, making their way through the deserted streets lit only by a crescent moon, to the nearest hotel, his mission forgot in his desire to have this woman.

But then after, as he lay naked in a pool of blood a knife in his belly, he realised he had not expected the King to be a double agent.

Like this:

There are things of importance in this world;
things that only come to us one time, at all –
things that we don’t see for what they are,
while we hold them in our sweaty palms,
we look past the beauty at the spaces beyond;
we don’t send them trinkets in the mail,
as we really, really should,
we don’t send them letters describing to them:
a worth that can’t be mirrored or matched,
it’s too easy to get caught in the nets of –
“tomorrow’s tasks” and “today’s necessities”,
we take for granted: what these things mean to us,
what these things are for us – the work that has been,
back-breakingly and unfailingly – out of loyalty;
A loyalty that doesn’t bend or give with pressure,
doesn’t burn under the heat of a torch’s flame,
these things of importance, take heed of them – they are a gift…